TEMPORAL TURBULENCE: HAWAII&THEUNKNOWN

[initiatesnpc]

Date & Time: 4.9 million years past/68 million years past
Location: Assorted
Characters: Artika, Equius, Jack, Loki, Mystique, Orihime
Summary: Group #3's adventures spent lost in time.
Warnings: Violence? (notify Elle or Liz of anything else worthy of labeling)



The mission was set. Team members were given their equipment: The cloaking devices would acclimate to the area and disguise them based on the historical data pulled in. There was a weapons check: The Initiative was insistent about having those chosen weapons along for the ride. Four operatives were introduced as beacons: They would stay in contact with the Initiative and relay any alterations in plans until the mission was deemed a success. And it had to be a success, or disaster would be the only thing left.



1890 A.D.

There was a man, not very well-known as far as famous men go. A writer. His existence alone was not the significant factor in the timeline's disturbance, but his profession and his choice to tell a particular, peculiar story.

This man, the Initiative states, helped sow the seeds for modern time travel centuries before its prime. What was a captivating fiction in that man's time was the reality of today, and without his account of the Time Traveler, there was risk of the very existence of so much. The recruits absolutely have a stake in this.


To the export room — the massive, rather bare and bleak place where so many were to exit and put a stop to what was putting a stop to the writer's tale. It was as yet unclear, but the Initiative is certain they'll know it when they see it, that it will be revealed once their reluctant soldiers set foot on ancient soil.

One last check, one last insistence on the urgency of their task. One, final urging to avoid as direct an impact as possible without ruining their chances; keep your temporal footprint as light as you can.

Good luck. We're counting on you.


A flash, a bitten-back breath, a blink...The room was gone.

But this wasn't right.

Out of the many who were assigned, only six remained. Six, and an Initiative's operative, who was immediately aware of a problem. A big problem.


HAWAII, 4.9 MILLION YEARS AGO

Something had gone horribly wrong. England was never so hot, never so close to the sun...And there were no written records of England ever having to deal with active volcanoes.

Yet there they were. And there the party was, amid the chaos of an ancient planet still flexing its muscles. Growing pains. Emphasis on pain, should there be a stagger or stumble in the wrong direction.

The operative's instruments read Hawaii, but this was no Hawaii famed for scenic vacations or exotic appeal. There were no people to speak of, in fact. Only the thick, steam-choked jungle nestled on the island still expanding, creeping bit by bit with each volcano-exhale.

Five minutes in, and the Initiative operative's reader was still trying to calculate how far back they'd landed. Not a good sign.



LOCATION UNKNOWN, 68 MILLION YEARS AGO

Instead of traveling ahead, a hiccup in the process sent the six back. Way back.

Any hope of leaving the jungle behind would be lost, as once again the party lands amid endless green and a choking humidity. Similar, yes, but still different: These trees have a different shape and scale, and ferns litter the area freely.

The rumbling felt in one's toes was not from any volcano, however. It was something living in a different sense, moving for a different cause.

As the two-way with Exsilium in the future statics to the indecipherable, a wild and foreign roar can be heard.

Comments

[studieswaitressing]

I mean that it it wouldn't be good for the water.

[She'd feel bad if they somehow accidentally ruined the ecosystem or something silly like that.]

So, everyone where you're from has one of those?

[musclebeast]

Yes, everyone. I assumed everyone from earth did as well, but apparently I'm mistaken?

[studieswaitressing]

Yeah, I think I'd have noticed if people were carrying around things that could make objects disappear out of thin air.

[musclebeast]

They do not disappear, it is like putting something in your pocket. But much more efficient!

[studieswaitressing]

So what you're saying is that it's a purse.

[A cooler looking, more technologically advanced purse -- but still.]

[musclebeast]

No, a purse is silly and not suited for my tastes.

...But yes, a very very large and complicated purse.

[studieswaitressing]

Right, okay.

[She smiles again, shaking her head.] Do you know where they come from? I mean, they're -- given to you, right?

[musclebeast]

They're constructed for us. It's a kind of technology. Our world develops it like yours would- [Flails a hand slightly.] Do whatever it is yours does.

[Suddenly tempted to dip his head down into the water....]

[studieswaitressing]

We develop technology too, but it's not that advanced.

[She shrugs.] So, what's your world like? If you don't mind me butting in and asking.

[musclebeast]

No, I doubt it is. But there are a few humans I know that have the same- or similar technoloft.

My world- [A pause, sighing as he pulls back his hair and sinks a little deeper into the water.]

It was a beautiful place. Full of STRONG and intelligent creatures and deserving of so much more than it got.

[studieswaitressing]

[Well, now she feels like an ass. She ducks her own head under the water to cool whatever warmth is chasing into her cheeks.]

You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. I mean, I would understand if you didn't.

[musclebeast]

It's fine. It was completely obliterated by meteors though. [A slight frown, but it doesn't last long before he's in a similar position to her, ducking rather low into the water. Like heck he'll get to the point where he needs to swim. But... this is all right, and fairly relaxing actually. Though he won't say that.]

[studieswaitressing]

...that doesn't sound very fine, but whatever you say.

[Unless it was a long time ago, but ... well.]

See? The water's nice.

[musclebeast]

The water is not nice.

[Though it's not said with as much vigor as before. He... does have to admit, all that effort he's been using with that super strength of is definitely feels like it's melting away in the cool water.]

[studieswaitressing]

[She just shakes her head and leans back into the water, letting herself float in it.]

Fine, fine.

[musclebeast]

Are you questioning my sincerity? [He snaps, a sudden snarl standing up a bit straighter.]

[studieswaitressing]

[She arches her brow at him, suddenly curious at the reaction.]

And what if I am? You don't sound very sincere.

[musclebeast]

[She as well as the others, will slowly start to realize how quick to anger he is, fun. Fun fun.]

Well what if you are! [Huff.]

Don't you dare! I am being extremely sincere right now! There is absolutely nothing hiding under my sleeves! And that is easily determined since I do not have sleeves, as you can plainly see!

[studieswaitressing]

[It reminds her of Beast in some ways, and that's -- well, interesting, to say the least. It's a mixed bag of feelings.]

I'm just saying, you didn't sound as angry about the water now as you did a few minutes ago. Some things just take some getting used to.

[musclebeast]

[Haha wow, yes that would be, wouldn't it?]

So? Why does that matter? Perhaps if you weren't so dang suspicious!

[studieswaitressing]

Hey, maybe if people didn't give me reasons to be suspicious...

[musclebeast]

Am I giving you a reason to be suspicious!?

[Look! Questioning him! He's doing nothing to be questioned about, look at her and her questioning of his things! This, this alien female is getting out- of- hoof.]

[studieswaitressing]

Only because I can tell you're not telling the whole truth. I was talking more about the Initiative people.

[Totally out-of-hoof.]

[musclebeast]

I- Oh. The Initiative. [...] What about them-?

[studieswaitressing]

They aren't exactly up front with their real motives, as far as I can see so far.

[Seems suspicious.]